There was chatter in the crowd.
Do you think Qin Molin can't hear you if you lower your voice? He is not an ordinary person at all!
Qin Molin also heard some rumors, and then realized that he was too impulsive and actually slipped the little guy out in one smooth motion.
He really didn't think much about it at the time, he just felt that he was in need of mentioning, so he just picked it up.
Let go now.
It seems too late
After Qin Molin let go, he realized that this little scoundrel was hugging his waist in an indistinct manner.
How can this be!
Qin Molin hates people coming close to him, let alone having close contact, regardless of men or women, except Feng Xingying.
Moreover, his spiritual sense is extremely strong, and he can immediately feel whenever someone approaches.
When did this young man named Ye Xing hug his waist? He didn't even feel it!
It's not that he didn't notice it, but that he didn't feel anything was wrong, which was equivalent to acquiescing to his behavior.
Damn, why is this happening
At this moment, even Qin Molin himself wondered whether he should really bend
Seeing Qin Molin looking at her, Feng Xingying raised her head and gave him a sunny smile that was so charming that it cost her life.
"Still not letting go?" Qin Molin's anger was extinguished by the sunny smile of the young man in front of him.
"Oh. Aren't I afraid of falling? I've already called you brother, why don't you let me hug you? There's a lot of meat." Is he still confident? The most hateful thing is that this little guy is addicted to cuddling and has no intention of letting go.
"Oh? Then you have to hold on tight." Qin Molin sneered.
"Why?"
Before Feng Xingying could react, Qin Molin had already summoned his Flame Lion King, stepped onto his spiritual beast mount, and galloped away.
And Feng Xingying was like a waist pendant, always holding Qin Molin's waist.
Qin Molin must have done it on purpose!
His mount was getting faster and faster, and Feng Xingying didn't even have a chance to let go.
Because once she let go, she would fall, and then fall badly.
So change the posture
Feng Xingying tried once, trying to climb onto the back of the Black Jade Lion King to find a place to sit safely.
The result was that Qin Molin was so frightened that he retracted his hands and feet and continued to hang himself on him like a pendant on his waist.
Poor Feng Xingying, he just wanted to act like a rogue in men's clothing, but he was counterattacked.
Qin Molin has no sympathy for boys, and the Moyu Lion King is flying at full speed, with lightning speed.
Feng Xingying made such a comparison and felt that he was forcibly imprisoned and held by him yesterday. That was heaven! ! !
The Moyu Lion King's speed can reach the level of a train. She hangs on Qin Molin's waist like she is hanging on the window of a train.
That feeling is so refreshing.
If she hadn't been a spiritual master and had a fire spirit shield to protect her body, just the strong wind rushing towards her could have turned Feng Xingying's fair little face into a bloody ugly cat.
In short, she only wears the waist pendant once, and will never ask for abuse again!
After finally reaching the backyard of Tongtian Pavilion, Feng Xingying was finally able to escape from the torture, and smoothly let go of his hand, gasping for breath in embarrassment.
It's no longer possible. His spiritual power has been exhausted. Now Feng Xingying feels weak even when he lifts his legs, let alone continuing to play waist pendant games with him.
If not, Feng Xingying would really let go halfway.
Especially when he saw Qin Molin's half-smiling face, Feng Xingying suddenly understood.
"You did it on purpose!" He must have calculated Feng Xingying's limit on purpose, and then controlled his speed and landing point. Otherwise, he would not have chosen Tongten Pavilion.
If we go to Prince Leng's Mansion, it's only less than a third of the way. How much less torture could she suffer